As I climbed into my ancient,high Spanish bed last night I could just hear the faint snoring of the man who share my life.

I was just sliding gently into that hypnagogic state between sleep and wakefullness when floating towards me came a snippet of information about my favourite composer Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Somewhere from the ether I have gleaned the information that listening to this composer’s music can improve one’s brainpower by activating the neuronal cortical circuits related to cognitive function.

By now my decelerating and receding thoughts start to gently hover around my favourite Mozart pieces.

” It can’t hurt to give it a try” I think as I lean over to turn the World Service off the radio. A little jiggle of the Sonos system and suddenly my head is filled with the auditory perfection that is EineKleine Nachtmusic.

Ten minutes later I am wide awake and reaching for my Ugg boots in the dark find myself getting up to make a cup of tea….

Four lovely walks in what appeared to be every season in one day.( Is that Crowded House I hear?…..)

Three trips booked. One with the kids,one just a deux and one book signing.(I cannot believe my luck!…)

Two meals out. One in a French Resturant where a darling 10 year old called Amilie took our order and the other in a very smart pattiserie where he had cake and I had a salad.(I have just read a leaflet about diabetes that has finally made me give up my sugar addication forever or at least a month!..)

One almighty row about nothing. (The consequence of this was that I stomped to the corner of the road and then turned back when I remembered how old I am!..An apology and make up lasted until dark…..)

I was up and about early and decided to walk to my appointment rather than drive. As the sun was shining I put f my rather swish new sunglasses and flung my jacket over my shoulder. As I strolled along I noticed bluebells and daffodils,camelias and green,green grass. I stopped to talk to a lady who was weeding her garden with one arm whilst the other was round the neck of a beautiful bulldog.

Life felt good as I stepped across the surgery threshold. The nurse had a backlog of patients so I pulled out my ipad and began to tap away.An hour later resplendant with bandages on both arms I walked away.She was excellant at taking blood but I have yet to meet anyone who can administer a B12 shot without it stinging like a bad tempered wasp.

As I stepped into the sunshine I appeared to be staring at a mirage. Snow was falling from a leaden sky and the wind was whistling as if on a jolly from the Artic.I pulled ot a scarf from the depths of my bag and feeling vaguely regal I slid all the way home for a restorative hot chocolate.A welcome shot of cooking brandy from the top shelf completed the warming sensation.

It is May Day this weekend I wonder if we should cancel our picnic plans!

Based on just one year in the authors life ( mid 2014 to mid 2015) when she experienced the hiighs of delightful grandchildren and the sadness of the loss of her Father and her own ill health.The book also gives Caroles professional and personal perspective on the way we communicate with each other.and how we teach our precious children to use communication skills and technology for education,self-fullfillment and inner happiness.

Born and raised in Manchester Carole McCall is a former civil servant and business woman who has worked as a Life Coach,NLP Trainer,Psychotherapistfor many years.Author of four books in the Generation Series there is a fifth book on the way.

The Boomer Generation is based on those born between 1946-1964 who had everything they could wish for….or did they?

The Fourth Generation spans 100 years of the four generations of women in her family.,their lives,their loves,their heartbreak and their joy. (1885-1985)

The Lotus Generation is about Carole’s life living in Spain next door to her sister and the fun they had travelling the world.